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| [It looks like the Strider residence has adopted a new bird into their family. A cockatiel is resting on Davesprite's shoulder, looking very pleased with itself.]I found him in my room flying about like a little asshole. I can only guess that it was either Dirk or Bro who was the culprit in this case. Whichever one of you did it, fuck you, too. [He doesn't really seem terribly angry about it, just slightly annoyed as he rubs the bird's beak.]Anyway, his name's Pájaro. He likes listening to Spanish and his favorite treat is a green grape, but he'll go for a red one if it's offered. His favorite song is the Tetris theme. Oh, and someone taught him to bite if anyone says kiss twice. So don't do it. ( Locked to: Bro, Dirk, Nanaki, Leo, Rose, Death the Kid, John, Roxy, Jade ) | |
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| What's a good name for a cat? White one. Blue eyes.
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| [Most Vatheonites would sink into their magical stasis comas quietly and subtly, without causing too much of a fuss. Bro is not one of those Vatheonites.
It's just after noon. He’s unaffected by the new curse and out of the apartment, just going about his business in the bubble as usual, when he feels the drowsiness wash over him. He knows instantly this is a bad thing, so his hand finds its way to the SFC without even a second’s delay. He manages to start the video function, but the palm of his hand is covering the camera, which makes it rather pointless. All that can be seen is darkness.]
S-shit…
[That’s the only thing he manages to say before he’s out like a light and keels over. What can be heard next is a loud crashing noise, followed almost immediately by a thud and a crack. Something rolls along the ground, the sound growing ever more distant, as Bro’s hand slips halfway off the camera. Through his fingers, the only thing that can be seen is the most nondescript ceiling you’ll ever encounter. Plain white. Almost half a minute of silence follows before the SFC’s connection fizzles out again.
Gentlemen (and ladies), start your panicking. Bro won't respond (obviously), but feel free to threadjack or whatever if you so desire.] | |
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| [...Okay, she was crying, so being wet as a result is to be expected. But she was almost certain that her front yard hadn’t been turned into a lake, so this...being soaked through business is a little alarming. Enough so that she looks up, tears beginning to fade as the shock sets in.
...That’s not her house. Not at all.
Jane Crocker is getting really tired of this stupid game and its stupid shenanigans! She just wants to go home and cry into a pillow about stupid boys! Is that too much to ask?!
Apparently! Because now she’s soaking wet in the middle of, what, some town she’s never seen? With...with people in it?
People?
The burning frustration and sadness in her gut starts to melt away. None of this is adding up. She hasn’t seen anybody but her friends (and that kooky clown) for months. Certainly everyone has passed-- that’s what Dirk and Roxy told her, right? So...who are these people?
The Mystery of the Ghosts of a Dead Planet sounds like a good title, Jane thinks. So good that she ought to write it down to tell Roxy later, um, after Roxy is done being mad at her for what she said. Jane reaches into her sylladex for a computer and-- oh, that’s right. She sorta just smashed the one she had. But...wait. No, there’s one in here? A phone thing?
...A starfish?
Jane makes her way to one side, ignoring the people-who-might-be-ghosts-who-knows-with-this-game-really for the time being. She’s got bigger fish to fry, basically literally. After some fiddling, Jane solves at least one mystery and manages to type out a message:]
Roxy? Dirk? Jake? I can’t seem to put in any names on this thing, so I’m hoping it’s just sort of...broadcasting. Um. If anybody else is reading this, my name is Jane and I’m not sure where I am! Also I’m getting a little cold.
[After a long, painful pause, she adds:]
Dad?
[And with that, decides to do some observation while she waits for responses, wandering around the plaza as inconspicuously as possible while still dripping wet.] | |
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| [Mituna's never made a video post on the network before, but here he is in all his dandelion-headed glory, holding his helmet up in both hands. As ever, his slightly-too-large teeth are poking over his lower lip, though one of them is obviously broken in half, and he's sporting a partly healed cut on his lip and a barely visible bruise on his jaw.
The helmet is heavily scuffed, with a large crack down the front of the visor and a small section chipped out at the bottom.]
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| WHAT FOUL AND MERCILESS ENTITY ROLLED OUT OF THE SPECIES APPROPRIATE SLUMBER APPARATUS AND DECIDED TO INVENT TIME WHY, IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS, DID THIS ASSHOLE INSTILL INTO LIVING BEINGS THE CONCEPT OF THINGS HAPPENING BEFORE AND AFTER EACH OTHER AND WHY DO I HAVE TO BE AFFLICTED WITH THIS WHEN I'M NOT EVEN A FUCKING TIME PLAYER. WAS IT NOT ENOUGH TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE ENDLESS STABLE TIME LOOPS HOLDING THE SHODDY STICKS AND TWINE OF OUR TIMELINE TOGETHER? WHAT ABOUT THE FLUX OF PEOPLE BACK AND FORTH FROM DIFFERENT SPOTS ALONG THAT LINE LIKE BACKWASH FROM AN ILL-CLEANED MOUTH INTO A SOULMELTING BOTTLE OF FAYGO??? WELL I GUESS THE FUCK NOT, BECAUSE HERE I AM BEING FORCED TO DEAL WITH OVER FIVE YEARS WORTH OF MEMORIES LAID OVER THE TOP OF EACH OTHER LIKE PARADOX SPACE DECIDED TO MAKE A PARTICULARLY AWFUL SANDWICH OUT OF THEM. SAID SANDWICH HAS THEN BEEN FORCE FED DIRECTLY INTO MY THINK PAN I AM OVERSTUFFED WITH RECOLLECTION AND REMEMBRANCE MY BRAIN WOULD VOMIT IF IT WERE PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. CONTEMPLATE THAT FOR A MINUTE. OR HOWEVER LONG, I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THE UNITS, AND NONE OF IT WILL APPROXIMATE THE SCREAMING HEADACHE CURRENTLY DECIMATING MY CRANIAL UNIT. COULD I NOT HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS IN EASILY DIGESTED PIECES WOULD THAT BE SO FUCKING HARD TO DO. SURE, SEND ME BACK A COUPLE HOURS THAT FIRST TIME, BUT NO! YOU SCIENTIST NOOKMONGERS JUST *HAD* TO GIVE ME THE FULL THREE YEARS. WHO CARES THAT I WAS ALREADY 15 AND A HALF IN EARTH YEARS, I OBVIOUSLY NEEDED THE SQUALID, STULTIFYING EXPERIENCE OF LIVING SOME OF THEM TWICE! PLUS AN EXTRA FEW MONTHS!! SO UNTIL MY SPONGE STOPS TRYING TO CANNIBALIZE ITSELF (ETA: NOT FUCKING SOON ENOUGH), DO NOT EXPECT COHERENCY FROM ME BECAUSE I CANNOT EVEN SORT OUT THE SIMPLE CONCEPT OF "YESTERDAY" FROM THE FESTERING REMAINS OF MY OWN THOUGHT ORGAN. YESTERDAY MEANS TOO MANY THINGS RIGHT NOW. YESTERDAY CAN FRANKLY GO FUCK ITSELF TWICE IN A BRAND NEW ORIFICE I'VE JUST INVENTED FOR IT. ALL I KNOW IS THE LESS I SEE OF POSSESSED PSYCHOPATHS AND THEIR WEAPONIZED CUTLERY, THE BETTER. SOMEONE TELL ME HOW MUCH TIME HAS PASSED SINCE I DISAPPEARED AND WHO'S HERE, BECAUSE I CANNOT EVEN CARE TO CHECK THE LIST RIGHT NOW. - Tags:bro strider, dirk strider, eridan ampora, gamzee makara, jade harley, kanaya maryam, karkat vantas, leo valdez, nepeta leijon, rose lalonde, sollux captor, sufferer, the disciple, the dolorosa, the psiioniic, washu hakubi, yotsuba koiwai
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| UGH!How many times is this going to happen to me!? It is absolutely unacceptable! OOOOH![There's some sputtering and growling on the other screen followed by hooves pitter-pattering on the ground. After a beat, however, the voice stops along with the sound of dripping water as Rarity uses her magic to clean herself up. Ugh. She hates it when her mane gets wet!]Ah. That is much better. [And with that the communicator floats up to eye level so Rarity can properly address everyone watching. Surprisingly, her mane looks just as perfectly curled and shining as ever without any sign she had been soaked.
She's back in her room, it seems, after being brought right back to Vatheon in a huge puddle of water just like the first time, and around her are several rolls of fabrics in all shades and styles, scissors and pins and needles all neatly tucked away into appropriate bins, but most importantly for this broadcast are several different pieces of jewelry scattered on the table.]Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was just about to announce my new line of custom and hoof made, one of a kind jewelry~! You see, I managed to get my hooves on a few more beautiful gems for my projects, and I must say my newest creations are most exquisite! Now, as you can see I have completed quite a few different styles of earrings and bracelets, but I can also create necklaces, headpieces, rings, and brooches, just to name a few~ For those of you without pierced ears, I do offer clip on versions of all the designs I make! I'm afraid I will not do the piercing myself as it can be, ahem, quite messy. But nevertheless! For a reasonable amount of starfish tokens depending on the style you specify, I shall be more than willing to take down orders as soon as possible! Beauty should be priceless, but not worth an arm and a hoof~ Let me know if you are interested! There is no task Rarity cannot do~! [~*~*~BEAM~*~*~] | |
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| That was certainly an... interesting curse. [In all reality, Darkleer despises any curse that messes with their memories like this, but he's keeping on a neutral polite tone.] My congratulations to the Head Nurse and company for the creativity. As for our more recent arrivals who were not aware of how intense the curses can become... Well, I hope this was a learning experience for you.
The recent curse is not what I wish to focus on, however. Recently, the fine Miss Kanaya Maryam and I came to discussing the Welcome Brochures. We both noted that they are perhaps a bit out of date, and do not address some of the more pressing matters that newcomers are thinking of when they first arrive. So, her and I wish to revise them.
As this affects us all, I would like to know what information you think would be important to included, and what questions should be a priority in answering.
Kanaya and I have already come up with a few ideas of our own.
We believe that one of the most important things to deal with is addressing the difference in the passing of time with Vatheon and our original worlds, how it is impossible to get back of our own free will, why we are here, things such as that. We will include things in the original document on how to get housing, of course.
Please, let me know what you all think. Thank you. Kanaya has made a more comprehensive list of things she believes should be added, and I can send it to you if you wish to look over it. If you have something to add, I am always open to suggestion | |
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| Who is responsible for this?![ Equius is on the network, and he's not cold, or at least, that's not what he's complaining about.] Whoever sent me such a vile, depraved thing, confess immediately! This is entirely inappropriate and deeply cultural insensitive! Tell me who you are at once! [ So he can punch you in the face. Or at least yell at you some more.] I advise all trolls and young humans to avert their eyes, as I'm about to show you something filthy and disgraceful. [ Very quickly, he flashes this game in front of the SFC.] The culprit needs to confess now. I demand it. [ OOC: dammit, Leo, look what you've done. It seems this has been one successful prank pulled.] - Tags:bro strider, cielo, davesprite, demyx, dirk strider, equius zahhak, gamzee makara, leo valdez, mituna captor, renge houshakuji, yukio okumura
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